Santino

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[immortalcovenmaster]

son-of-uktena​:

"We’ll create something of our own. Find a spot they can’t get to, then retreat there when we need to” he moaned softly when his mate’s lips moved over his jaw “sound like a plan? Maybe we can use some of the time off to look around?” he wet his lower lip, trying to focus while being this close to his lover.

His eyes glazed over, growing darker when Santino kissed him, suddenly finding it hard to keep still. His heart rate picked up, one hand brushing through Santino’s hair “you are welcome to all my buttons” his voice came out low and husky, his body heating at a sudden slide show of porn in his head.

“Perhaps the majority of wolves came in with a Viking and the wolf the vampires got the place for happens to be an arctic wolf? Or they’re all just masochists in the least fun way” he paused “that might actually be it.”  Ahiga, moved to straddle the other man properly, pressing his hips down firmly “I believe that between the two of us we will eventually be able to trick them into relocating.”

Santino smiled slightly. “I like the thought of that. A lot.” He continued kissing down over his Mate’s body, delighting in the taste and smell of him. “You are so beautiful, Ahiga...” he whispered softly. The sound of his heart rate speeding up only made him that much more eager for the other man. Welcome to all his buttons? Santino chuckled softly at this revelation. 

“Still - seems a bit silly to relocate everyone to hell’s anus just because of one wolf who likes it cold...” he reasoned softly, hands resting on Ahiga’s hips as the other straddled him and pressed their hips together. “Yes, I like this idea. I rather appreciate the warmer climes of places further south. Though not... on the equator. A moderate place.” He smirked up at the other, leaning in to begin kissing his neck again.

[ayliffe]

ultimately i think we all want someone who will tenderly wipe the blood off our face

[immortalcovenmaster]

"Definitely not." Santino smiled a bit as he watched Ahiga, wondering what was going on in that brain of his, what sorts of things he was envisioning. "But hell for nearly everyone else who found their way into our little corner of the underworld." He grinned a bit, kissing down Ahiga's jaw lightly, then laughed as Ahiga kissed his nose. "I do like the sound of our own little corner of the universe." Sometimes having a large family group was so exhausting.

"Sounds like a wonderful challenge that I'm only too happy to undertake," He grinned a bit, fangs on full display as he kissed Ahiga's lips. "I do so like discovering new buttons to push that make new noises..." He smirked then, leaning in. "Well, you're half-right. I'm almost never sorry." Until recently, he would have agreed with him. Though ever since he'd met Ahiga, he'd found himself actually meaning the apologies he'd given. Though they were few and far between, really.

"Yes, we have the summer. And then they'd have to go back to Iceland. The land of freezing cold snows that were five foot deep and where the sun didn't want to come out and play. In the old days, he'd have loved a place that stayed dark for most of the day, however now that he could enjoy daylight, he rather liked to... enjoy the daylight. "I don't know why they had to choose Iceland to settle. Plenty of places have snow but also have daylight during the day." He sighed softly, shaking his head slightly. "What do you think our chances are of making the pack move?"

[anxietyproblem]

[immortalcovenmaster]

@son-of-uktena Santino was fed up with this godforsaken sickness that was poisoning the world. He hated having to pretend like he was a mortal who could actually be affected by all of this nonsense. He had thought - once Ahiga had been made immortal - that they could go someplace else, at least for a little while. It was nearing the end of may, and it was still far too cold for his liking. He missed the warmth of his beloved Italy. Days so warm that the sun’s heat could still be felt on the asphalt at night.

But Ahiga had training to do. Tamlin insisted.

Santino watched as Ahiga finally came back into the house after his daily session with the Grand Alpha. He reached out, pulling the shaman into his lap. “We should go to Italy.” His tone did not broker a question, or a suggestion. Merely a statement. “I want to see my beloved Rome under the light of the sun again...” He hadn’t truly been back to Italy since he had received the serum.

He didn’t count the brief jaunt there with Rian - that had been a month ago, and they hadn’t been there for long, not even a full day. And they hadn’t left the house. He ached to see Italy beneath the sunlight, and he wanted to share it with his beloved. “Will you come with me?”

[immortalcovenmaster]

Santino couldn't help but laugh at the look on Ahiga's face, covering his mouth and turning his head slightly to the side. "I suppose I would have to match you. It would be only fair." He spoke, still with great amusement in his voice, his eyes alight with humor. "Would we get to rule this new hell dimension since we are it's creators? I could think of worse things." He nodded solemnly, though his eyes still glinted a bit.

"Ooh, compromises. I do like compromises." He leaned in, kissing Ahiga's throat. "And what would these other spots be, by chance?" he asked softly, kissing and sucking lightly at the skin exposed in front of him. "I'm sorry for ruining your joke." 

He wrapped his arms around the other's waist, still barely noticing the shift in weight if he were to be completely honest. He nuzzled against him lightly, humming softly in pleasure. "We should have done this ages ago... and we'll have to do it more often I think..."

[immortalcovenmaster]

Santino closed is eyes as Riccardo did as told and took the blood from him. He held him gently, a hand to the back of Riccardo's head and he rocked with him, singing a soft hymn in Latin. When the wound healed over, and Riccardo pulled away, he looked down at his fledgling with a soft smile. He ran his fingers through his hair lightly and gently shifted them a bit.

As Riccardo apologized, Santino shook his head. "No. Tonight you have shed the last remnants of your former life. Tonight is about new life. There will be a ceremony..." His lips brushed over Riccardo's forehead. "Come, my child..." He shifted slightly to his feet, tugging the other male with him gently. "You will have your memories, Riccardo. That is all any of us have." He watched him for a moment. "None of us came here easily." He paused, debating. "When I was brought here, I did not have a grand Master who was an immortal that I had been taken from."

He turned to walk towards the door. "I had a family too. A wife. Children. When I was made immortal, my first task... was to kill them." He looked over at Riccardo. "If I did not, then the Coven would kill them, and I would be made to watch as they violated them. It was a mercy... so I held my wife in my arms one final time as I drank her life's blood." He shook his head. "The goal is to become a ghost. What you were before is... gone. You have your memories, but that is all that you may have of your human life. And... eventually... those will fade as well." For everyone knew the older you got the madness would start settling in your mind.

He paused at the door, looking over at him. "I am sorry you are unhappy with me. You do not have to forget. But you do have to continue on."

[byrondchambers]

[immortalcovenmaster]

@son-of-uktena Santino was fed up with this godforsaken sickness that was poisoning the world. He hated having to pretend like he was a mortal who could actually be affected by all of this nonsense. He had thought - once Ahiga had been made immortal - that they could go someplace else, at least for a little while. It was nearing the end of may, and it was still far too cold for his liking. He missed the warmth of his beloved Italy. Days so warm that the sun’s heat could still be felt on the asphalt at night.

But Ahiga had training to do. Tamlin insisted.

Santino watched as Ahiga finally came back into the house after his daily session with the Grand Alpha. He reached out, pulling the shaman into his lap. “We should go to Italy.” His tone did not broker a question, or a suggestion. Merely a statement. “I want to see my beloved Rome under the light of the sun again...” He hadn’t truly been back to Italy since he had received the serum.

He didn’t count the brief jaunt there with Rian - that had been a month ago, and they hadn’t been there for long, not even a full day. And they hadn’t left the house. He ached to see Italy beneath the sunlight, and he wanted to share it with his beloved. “Will you come with me?”

[immortalcovenmaster]

Santino laughed softly. "I didn't realize this was a contest. I will not deny that I myself have a dark past, but isn't that part of my allure?" he asked, raising an eyebrow as he watched Ahiga. He leaned in, kissing down the other's jaw slowly. "Though I suppose if you really want for it to be a contest, I will gladly take the trophy and display it upon the mantle when we get home." Though he laughed as the other male stated that perhaps they shouldn't keep score. "As you wish."

Another laugh as Ahiga suggested he might want to play tennis or mini golf. "Neither are things I thought I would ever hear come out of your mouth. I would go along with those suggestions just to see you in tennis shorts and plaid pants..." He smirked a bit at the thought. "I'll never get those images out of my head now..." 

He laughed again, tightening his hold on the hybrid wolf. "That is quite true." Though as he declined being his ice cone, Santino clicked his tongue. "Tsk. Too bad. I'd love to lick ice cream off of your nipples..."

Though he paused as Ahiga pulled back and said he'd ruined his joke about his age. "Oh my apologies. Would you like a do-over? I promise not to ruin it this time..."

[thespilledquotes]

I'd stand in the shadows of your heart and tell you I'm not afraid of your dark.

— Andrea Gibson

[asoulonfire75]

everyday..i crave it all..sex included lol 😈🖤♾

[immortalcovenmaster]

son-of-uktena​:

He smirked, his lips twitching the held back laughter “sure. If that is how you remember it. It must be so” he swayed close once Santino grabbed him, sharp teeth nipping at the vampire’s chin “for all I know I might like a spanking as long as it’s from you. But I’m almost sure I’ll get angry.”

Ahiga went silent while Santino talked on about all the things they could do, his body pressing close, a strange flutter of emotion he wasn’t sure he’d ever had after growing up made his stomach tighten. A low, soft noise drifted out of him, warm lips pressing a path of kisses over Santino’s cold cheek “I want all those things. Let’s do everything. Eat all the best food and fuck each other senseless in every hotel room around Italy.”

White teeth flashed at the vampire “And we should go treasure hunting as well. Maybe look at the sights from your youth. I am sure they have dinosaur bones somewhere in Italy still.”

Santino raised an eyebrow at the other as he brushed off their first meeting and then hummed a bit at Ahiga's teeth at his chin. "I bet you would. You're twisted enough, I believe," Santino teased softly, chuckling a bit at the other male. He leaned in, brushing is nose along Ahiga's jaw lightly. He swayed just a little, humming softly under his breath a bit of classical music.

"Alright. We'll do all of the things. I am quite fond of all of the activities." He pulled back, pressing a kiss to the other's lips. "And maybe even fuck each other senseless in other places as well," he taunted, eyes darkening slightly. "Perhaps while eating all the best food. I like the sound of that. Eating the best food off of you." His tongue snaked out to brush over Ahiga's lower lip.

He laughed. "Treasure hunting. I like it. Perhaps I'll pick up little collectibles as well..." he teased, hands sliding over Ahiga's form slowly as he mapped out well-known valleys and mountains of muscle. "Dinosaur bones could be fun..."

[immortalcovenmaster]

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[fallen-apprentice]

Riccardo walked slowly through the catacombs, reluctant still to return after venturing out to hunt. The smell of death and decay embraced him like an old friend the moment hed returned, and already he missed the smells of the night, the wind in his hair, and the lively chatter of the mortals still awake. So easy to imagine the smell of sea salt, the warmth of a real home, the smiles of his mortal brothers... A sigh escaped him, and he ran his hand over his face, trying to rub away the memories. Longing for such things would just drive him to madness, and turn him from the path he needed to stay on.

Another shake of his head, and he threw out his arms in a frustrated gesture, stretching his spine back in an arch and letting his fingertips brush the soil of the low ceiling.... only to freeze at the sound of ripping fabric. He felt loose cloth slide down his chest and crumple at his bare feet, dark eyes stareing in horror. No, no no no nononono... He dropped to his knees, frantically gathering the tattered green remains of his Venetian finery and clutching them to his chest. He could feel some of his brethren stop to stare at him, and his freshly fed skin grew pink with shame. Still, he couldnt stop. He wasnt ready for this. This was his last tie, his last connection, hed been so careful and preserved it so long... had one stretch really done it in? Had tonight's victim pulled on it while he was lost in the blood? Maybe if he could just find some thread, a needle, he could patch it up for just a while longer...

@immortalcovenmaster

[immortalcovenmaster]

Santino closed his eyes as Riccardo pressed against him and he nodded slowly as Riccardo turned down his suggestion that he could go to Paris. "I am sorry, Riccardo... I wish I could do better for you," he said softly. He tightened his hold on th eother male as Riccardo's face turned and kissed at his throat. He reached up, cupping his head. With his free hand, he cut into his throat with his thumb nail. It was forbidden to share immortal blood with others of the coven. Especially an elder to give blood to one who was younger.

But Santino knew that tonight, Riccardo needed that solace. That comfort. He pressed his fledglings lips against the wound on his throat. "Drink, my child," he said softly. "Quickly now... we haven't much time before the nightly confessionals," he urged, pressing his lips to Riccardo's hair lightly.

[fallen-apprentice]

Riccardo walked slowly through the catacombs, reluctant still to return after venturing out to hunt. The smell of death and decay embraced him like an old friend the moment hed returned, and already he missed the smells of the night, the wind in his hair, and the lively chatter of the mortals still awake. So easy to imagine the smell of sea salt, the warmth of a real home, the smiles of his mortal brothers... A sigh escaped him, and he ran his hand over his face, trying to rub away the memories. Longing for such things would just drive him to madness, and turn him from the path he needed to stay on.

Another shake of his head, and he threw out his arms in a frustrated gesture, stretching his spine back in an arch and letting his fingertips brush the soil of the low ceiling.... only to freeze at the sound of ripping fabric. He felt loose cloth slide down his chest and crumple at his bare feet, dark eyes stareing in horror. No, no no no nononono... He dropped to his knees, frantically gathering the tattered green remains of his Venetian finery and clutching them to his chest. He could feel some of his brethren stop to stare at him, and his freshly fed skin grew pink with shame. Still, he couldnt stop. He wasnt ready for this. This was his last tie, his last connection, hed been so careful and preserved it so long... had one stretch really done it in? Had tonight's victim pulled on it while he was lost in the blood? Maybe if he could just find some thread, a needle, he could patch it up for just a while longer...

@immortalcovenmaster

[immortalcovenmaster]

Santino knew. Of course he knew. How could he not? It was why he'd allowed the boy to keep them for so long, even when he normally would have instructed anyone else to get rid of them. He was soft when it came to Riccardo. His child. His only fledgling. He watched as the last bit of his beloved child shattered upon the ground, the rags falling to the floor. He moved towards him then, gently draping the robe over his shoulders gently, squeezing his shoulders tightly.

He knelt down beside of him, pulling the boy against himself. It was a rare occassion that he would risk this. If they were caught- but then, Allesandra wasn't here. And no one else had the authority, or the audacity, to correct him. He was the Coven Master. And yet... he knew that he would pay for his weakness one day. The madness would come, and he would enter the fire. And the devil would have his dues. He held his child though, just for this moment. He ran a hand through cob-webbed hair, tucking Riccardo up beneath his chin and against his chest.

"Do not lose it, Riccardo. Let it make you stronger. They are only clothes..." he said simply. He tightened his hold on him once more, closing his eyes. How he desperately wished he could let his child go. But Riccardo was his world. His only solace here in the darkness. "Let it make you strong, Riccardo. And maybe... maybe sometime soon, it will be you that I send to Paris with the orders for the Coven..." he whispered softly.

[expressions-of-nature]

Seceda, Italy by Tom Verdoot

[pyro-baby]

[fallen-apprentice]

Riccardo walked slowly through the catacombs, reluctant still to return after venturing out to hunt. The smell of death and decay embraced him like an old friend the moment hed returned, and already he missed the smells of the night, the wind in his hair, and the lively chatter of the mortals still awake. So easy to imagine the smell of sea salt, the warmth of a real home, the smiles of his mortal brothers... A sigh escaped him, and he ran his hand over his face, trying to rub away the memories. Longing for such things would just drive him to madness, and turn him from the path he needed to stay on.

Another shake of his head, and he threw out his arms in a frustrated gesture, stretching his spine back in an arch and letting his fingertips brush the soil of the low ceiling.... only to freeze at the sound of ripping fabric. He felt loose cloth slide down his chest and crumple at his bare feet, dark eyes stareing in horror. No, no no no nononono... He dropped to his knees, frantically gathering the tattered green remains of his Venetian finery and clutching them to his chest. He could feel some of his brethren stop to stare at him, and his freshly fed skin grew pink with shame. Still, he couldnt stop. He wasnt ready for this. This was his last tie, his last connection, hed been so careful and preserved it so long... had one stretch really done it in? Had tonight's victim pulled on it while he was lost in the blood? Maybe if he could just find some thread, a needle, he could patch it up for just a while longer...

@immortalcovenmaster

[immortalcovenmaster]

Santino was sitting in his chambers, meditating, when one of the elder members of the coven approached him. Soft whispers exchanged, and Santino rose to his feet wearily. He had put this off for as long as was possible. He truly had. He moved to a small chest in the corner and pulled out a pair of black robes. Draping them over a chair, he moved out of his chambers, following the whispers.

He knelt down beside of his fledgling, lightly touching his shoulder. “Come child.” He gripped his arm, lifting Riccardo to his feet and walked with him back to his chambers. He closed the make-shift door and released Riccardo. “You knew this would happen eventually. It’s been over a decade, Riccardo. Closer to two.” He moved to pick up the robes and held them out to the young vampire.

“It’s time.”